Day 8 - Return to the Pletzachhutte

While we were out last night having pizza, we had another serious snow fall - about three inches in an hour; it was magical walking back to the apartment in the silence broken only by the squeeky crunch under our feet.

Today we returned to the Pletzachalm, but this time on skis. The loipe took us gradually up through the trees onto the open meadow and the hut.

This was the view out one of the windows as the snow started falling yet again; there is something elemental about skiing through the landscape with snow falling.